I Want to Believe, How About You?

As we come to the end of another weekend, I always feel the tension Sunday night. Between the…

I have had some people say to me that my writing’s sometimes seem to have an element of…

a tattered soul hangs in the air broken memories litter the stairs behind the chaos tired and torn…

Twas the day before Thanksgiving, and all through the field. Every turkey was scurrying, unwilling to stop and…

Down this dark rabbit hole, I willingly run. Haunted by dreams in colors, of the muted sun. Pondering…

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